Read Online A Melancholic Black Series (Book 1): The Red Door by R.J. Scriber - Free Book Online

His cries are muffled, but it doesn’t stop him from squirming.
    Amberly squeezes harder, breaking one of his teeth. She wasn’t even trying. Her power, no matter how awesome, seems to be limitless. If she wanted to, it’s plausible that she could’ve popped his head like a puss-filled zit. Not to say that she won’t eventually try.
    Blood squeezes from his cheeks and through the cracks of her fingers. She goes into a trance. Like an addict to freshly cooked meth, or a shark spotting an injured seal; there’s no sweeter sight. She leans in and laps at the blood, accidentally gnawing at her own hand while ripping off small pieces of flesh from Rodney’s cheek. Their fresh, warm blood trickles down her jaw. She’s in euphoria as Rodney screams out from pain and fear, but nothing is going to save him until Nell gets her date inside the house.
    For the first time, Rodney wishes it was someone else. He doesn’t want to die like this. If it meant sacrificing an innocent man to save his own ass, he’d take it.
    Hurry up, Nell, he’s thinking to himself. Hurry up!
     
    The front door opens as Nell and Mr. College step inside.
    “Wow… shit, what is that smell?!” he asks as he takes a pungent whiff like a punch to the nuts.
    “Oh, don’t worry about that. Our basement got flooded… it was very moldy. We had to hire someone to dig it all up,” she lies. “Unfortunately, the smell is going to stick around a while.”
    “’We?’”
    “Yeah, my husband and me.”
    “Husband? What the fuck, lady? You’re married?”
    “Well, yeah. He’s not here if you’re scared. He travels. Won’t be back for a couple days. Is this going to be an issue?” she asks.
    Mr. College puts his head down in shame.
    Nell places her hand on his crotch, “Sweetie. This isn’t my first time. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
    He looks at her, honestly unsure. It’s not ethical to cheat on your spouse. But, she clearly doesn’t give a fuck, why should he? “No problem at all,” he replies.
    Nell leans in and kisses him, without hesitation. Gives him less time to think. Less time to focus and realize that the smell isn’t mold, but dead bodies. Death has always given off a very familiar odor. Once you’ve been exposed to it, you’ll never forget it.
    They take turns moaning and panting, barely catching breaths. Though Nell doesn’t want him catching his breath as she guides him into the kitchen, against the island counter. Closer to the basement, but more noticeably, closer to the knives that litter the kitchen.
    She’s kissing him with more passion than she has ever kissed Rodney. Not out of wanting this younger man, but because the thought of knowing she is going to kill this poor soul makes her not want to think of it. So she jams her tongue down her throat and whispers, “I want you so fucking badly!” What she’s really saying is, “Can you be the one to save me.”
    She’s gone off the deep end and she was never a strong swimmer. Too late, Nell. Too late , she thinks to herself.
    “Well you got me. Show me what you want to do with me… slut!” Mr. College bravely utters.
    Nell smiles as she grabs a knife and lunges at him. For a big man, he surprisingly jumps out of the way pretty quickly. “What the fuck?!”
    “I’m sorry—so sorry!” she pants. “I have no other choice—you have to believe me. I have to. I have to!”
    She lunges again, this time Mr. College catches her wrist and rips the knife from her grip. He grabs her by the back of the neck and throws her across the island, as she crashes to the floor, landing hard on the right side of her hip.
    Pure shock and hatred exit his eyes. He’s gone, mentally. Now he’s fighting for his life and he has no plans on stopping until Nell is dead.
    He grabs her by the hair and lifts her straight off her feet. He cocks his right arm back and swings, however the impact never hits Nell, who is bracing.
    Instead, blood sprays all over Nell’s face, and